Take me—a prayer

It is too warm, I cannot sleep.
Where now is the kiss of mercy
to cool the brow of this heavy night?
In memory, in consequence,
in the calming of souls redeemed;
in humility, in submission
in the hope of forgiveness cried loud,
take me…

Take me.
Let me slip into still surcease,
let me fall into final repose,
let this beggar, at the last, know his relief.
All I want, all I really want,
all I ever truly wanted
was this poem to weep truer than me.
Take me.

Thank you for reading Take me—a prayer. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.


© 2013 by John Etheridge; all rights reserved. This poem and accompanying notes are licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License. This applies to all original work found on this site, unless noted otherwise. The attribution claimed under the license is: © 2013 by John Etheridge, https://bookofpain.wordpress.com.


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7 responses to “Take me—a prayer

  1. joeroe12

    nicely delicate, good work john!

  2. therealvixen

    Mystery of mysteries… makes us so curious to know where all this is leading to…However there is something call strong hope/faith that all began well will end well. With that hope we can all rest/sleep without worryin too much. This poem is way too deep.

    • It is quite obvious that your blog name is a wonderful disguise for someone with a deep and meditative side to them! You see and hear more than most…

  3. A lovely prayer! Well done, John. I agree with you on two points, viz.
    The ‘take me’ lines do give the poem focus, and
    ‘Perfection is over rated’ is so true. Like the eastern idea of a damaged flower in an arrangement. Nothing in this world is perfect. Btw, I know less than nothing about structure in poetry so I can’t really comment.

    • Denise, the only structure that in the end is important is whether you liked it or not…whether it flows and lets the meaning sink in. So thank you much for the compliments. To me, the mystery of mysteries is how sincere prayer…even if the sayer does not understand the process or sees it happening consciously…slowly changes the one praying to be more humble and patient.

      And by the way, you nailed my objection to perfection perfectly. I first came across the idea when I read about Go boards in Japan…that the width of the ‘squares’ is different from the height, just so that there would not be too much uniformity.

  4. Lovely. Form is a great starting point – but why should it end there?